I plant a seed in grey concrete
The air is cold and tastes of heat
Monstera leaves reach for the door
I pace the tiles across the floor
You tell me where the path should bend
A loop that has no real end
The Latin names for every weed
Are all the logic that I need
Walk through the door and lose the key
A plastic world for you and me
Break the rule and find the light
Hold the ghost of morning white
The soil is thin and tastes of rust
The office air is thick with dust
I prune the stems of old regret
A game we haven't finished yet
Walk through the door and lose the key
A plastic world for you and me
Break the rule and find the light
Hold the ghost of morning white
Reset the clock and start the race
A hollow smile on every face
The root is deep the branch is thin
This is where the walls begin
I speak to ferns in room four-ten
Then we begin the loop again
The potting soil is dry and grey
I watch the colors slip away
You laugh at how I tend the vine
While you are drawing one straight line
The Chlorophytum loves the glare
Of fluorescent lights and sterile air
Walk through the door and lose the key
A plastic world for you and me
Break the rule and find the light
Hold the ghost of morning white
Plant the seed in room four-ten
Start it over once again
Once again!
